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Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Wed, 12 Apr 2006 16:01:12 GMT

Good Riddance, Xanga.
You were gay.

Friday, April 07, 2006

Fri, 07 Apr 2006 16:24:29 GMT

Moving Soon

Once I get familiar with all the configurations of Blogger, I'm switching. I am tired of being sold out by the Nazis of Xanga. I am fed up with the advertisements, the fact that only people with Xangas can leave messages (obviously a tool to get more people to sign up, meaning more ad revenue), and the general malaise of the content of 99% of blogs on this site.

Click Man to see!!

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Thu, 06 Apr 2006 02:36:51 GMT

get yoh APE on!

(another excuse for me to blow my paychecky)

Monday, April 03, 2006

Mon, 03 Apr 2006 16:39:02 GMT

Hate List #4475

How today in thrift stores you will find the same people who 2 years ago would have been disgusted at the thought of shopping there
Costco books (and the people who read them)
how 14 year olds have the nerve to call themselves "musical elitists"
how suburban/small town children claim to be "hipsters" (or even think themselves above them!)
how anyone can call San Jose a real city (what kind of city has a downtown that is only 3 blocks long?)
cars that stop over the pedestrian line, or turn without looking at you as you are walking across the street
ghetto kids that try to sound smart/deep in class
adolescent "poetry" (go read some Yeats, you illiterate dumbfucks)
how I can't go to a show without a greasy, fat 14 year old jumping and rubbing against me
people who get offended easily (if you're offended, then what I'm saying must have a hint of the truth)
when stupid people are breeding

Anno gets her GED

I took the GED on Saturday at the Berkeley Adult School, from 8 am until 4 pm. I was the only white person among 6 black people. I liked how all the answers were already given in the question, and that all the wrong answers were "obviously" wrong. I also liked how in the reading comprehension section all the "hard" words were defined in brackets.
The essay question was to write about a character in a movie or book that impacted you. I wrote about Jude Fawley (Jude the Obscure). Go figure!

sample question:
Greenhouse gases are bad for the environment because they cause global warming.

Why are greenhouses bad for the environment?
a)Causes the earth to heat up abnormally
b)Releases oxygen back to the atmosphere
c)Causes the slow disappearance of Earth's atmosphere by gas diffusing into space
d)Greenhouse gases will form a new species which will destroy earth

Yes, this is for real.

Another sample question from the web:
What is the purpose of recycling?


			A)	to dispose of trash in the safest way possible
			B)	to prevent disease from occurring in landfills
			C)	to conserve natural resources by reusing them
			D)	to identify toxic chemicals in drinking water
			E)	to produce electricity from natural processes

Other important things to know before taking the GED:

the heart is an organ
"they ball" is incorrect; "their ball" is
carbon monoxide is deadly
the immune system isn't an age-related disease
water is a liquid
"small" means "little"

Needless to say, it offended what miniscule intelligence I have, and made me feel like the one-eyed king among the blind.

Oh well, it brightened up my day in the end to see a crazy old man wearing a bright red sweatsuit, red Converse and a bright yellow feather boa waving and dancing to cars at the intersection of University and San Pablo.

In other news, I spent nearly an hour at Comic Relief. Shannon Wheeler did some illustrations for the latest Cometbus; how neat is that?
I also quite found possibly the greatest Herb Alpert record ever.
And lastly, Asil and I watched National Lampoon's Vacation to prepare us for our D-Land trip. Okay, okay, we just watched it to check out the mom's breasts.

I love you, Asil. Thank you for the Doraemon candy.

Everyone who doesn't hate me, should.

Friday, March 31, 2006

Fri, 31 Mar 2006 05:57:11 GMT

Before

After

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Wed, 29 Mar 2006 16:14:27 GMT

Don't call me the White Devil, but...

So the big news going on now is the "Illegal Immigrant Problem." Do we send them all back (near impossible, considering they number 10 million or so)? Do we give them all citizenship? Do we keep the ones already here and keep out anyone coming in from now on?

Here are my two cents. I don't have anything against immigration, especially if in the case of asylum, or if there is an equal mix from all sorts of countries and nationalities. However, it is evident that the main focus of this issue is dealing with the bulk of immigrants who happen to come from Mexico and Central America.

I may be wrong, but I think that the only people who support the influx of Mexican Immigrants are either legal citizens of Mexican descent, or the guys in Big Business who profit dearly from cheap labor, and want to skirt paying workers a decent wage.

I have nothing against Mexicans at all. I live in the Latino area of Oakland. Two blocks away, at the intersection of High and International, is where all the workers stand around waiting for odd jobs to come by. My girlfriend is Mexican. Nor do I have anything against Immigration. My parents are both immigrants after all, my dad to escape the Russians in the Czech Republic, and my mom from the Philippines to seek a better life.

What bothers me, however (and this will sound petty) is the character of a number of these immigrants, particularly the men. I assume that the ones who support these illegal immigrants, both the far left and the far right, never have to face these immigrants day to day. They obviously never deal with the catcalls, the stares, the whistles, the mutterings. This is not Mexico. You may degrade your women over there, but no woman deserves to have to deal with such treatment. What bothers me is that I don't aim to attract such unwanted attention (nor do most women who have to deal with this problem). I may wear lose jeans and a jacket, and wear glasses to hide my face, and they will still stare, whistle, catcall, and mutter lewd and disgusting things to my face.

If it is the nature of men, well, keep your thoughts to yourself as the rest of the men in this country seem to do just fine.

I have no sympathy for these men. Sure, it is honorable that you travelled all the way here to find work to feed your barefoot and pregnant wife and your 7 kids back home. But you do not have my sympathy if I cannot feel safe in my own neighborhood, and if for no reason I have to feel uncomfortable and helpless.

My solution: send back the ones who aren't working, who are instead hanging around the street and bothering poor women who are minding their own business. If we wanted your attention we would wear slutty dresses and wink at you. But we aren't, you disgusting, worthless pigs.

If we need this labor so much, why not pool in the 10% unemployed, as well as those on welfare living in depressing projects?

All I want is peace. There is no justification I can think of for such degradation. This is a public nuisance.

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Linky of the Day
Erotic art of Pompeii.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Mon, 27 Mar 2006 23:32:05 GMT

I cannot believe I forgot to mention that Asil and I saw a midget couple in a teary embrace at the airport yesterday.

It broke my little heart.

Five dollars to anyone who can explain this puzzling mystery (courtesy Asil).

I like Maury. He made a career out of exploiting poor, illiterate townies and black people with overactive sex drives, midgets, people with down syndrome, Fat Ass Babies, billegerent 14 year old adolescent females with overdeveloped bodies, and every other poor, unfortunate soul with a hampering ailment that causes exclusion from a normal way of life. Not to mention Jack Hanna. All for the entertainment of unemployed homebodies.

Cheers to Maury!

Monday, March 27, 2006

Mon, 27 Mar 2006 15:36:56 GMT

Attention:

Asil and I are going to Disneyland for Spring Break.

We are planning on wearing matching polo shirts and white sneakers.
We will be taking Greyhound (aka the Po' Man's Vehicle). Two days going back and forth, and two days at the park, for both of us, at the cheapest hotel about a mile's walk from the park, costs less than $350.
We travel in StYLe.

Don't worry, I will take plenty photographs of obese White Devils and Hong Kong Stylez tourists.

Ok, back to work now.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 17:30:43 GMT

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Wed, 15 Mar 2006 15:45:59 GMT

Funny because it's true.
"Summarize a novel in 25 words"
excerpts:

The Bible
Good opening chapter. Main character arrives halfway through, but gets killed off early. Some decent (if dated) commandments. Cracking ending. Slightly too open to interpretation.

The Sun Also Rises
"Yes it is true. This man has no dick."

Goethe's The Sorrows of Young Werther
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son; I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one.

Oedipus Rex
You had sex with your Mom.
No, I didn't. Oh, wait...yes I did. Crap.

The Things They Carried
Although it seemed terrrible at the time, we survivors, who are still sane and solvent, actually amassed a lot of poignant anecdotes while in Vietnam.

The Jungle
You might want to read the ingredients on that package of sausage....

Jude the Obscure
Boy goes to school, marries hussy, she throws pig genitals at him, they divorce, he falls in love with cousin. Incest babies kill themselves. Sad.

Lord of the Flies
Group of kids and a fat kid get stranded. Find a counch. Go crazy and kill a pig. Then killed the fat kid.

1984
When in totalitarian dystopia--big brother behind every screen--and love starts to make you question state ideology, remember: hold your shoddy commie cigarettes carefully!

Dr. Atkins' New Diet Revolution
Meat. Meat. Eggs. Meat. Cheese. Meat. Meat. Fry-Up. Meat. Meat. Cheese. Cheese. Meat. Meat. Meat. Lard. Meat. Egg. Meat. Meat. Cheese. Meat. Meat. Meat. Meat.

Dante-The Divine Comedy.
Dynamics duo's three steps to heaven

Lord of the Flies
Stranded Pork-loving kids kill chubby chatterbox shell-collector.
Descent into savagery and pork worship until hero recued by responsible adults.

"The Hound of the Baskervilles" by Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle.
Yes It Is About A Dog.

Dante Alighieri's "Inferno":
Microsoft Windows Millenium Edition user's manual

Evidently I'm going through a stage in life where "I don't want to write anything because everything has already been said before, countless times." Why else would I create a blog comprised of other people's writings?

Yesterday took the day off from work to get GED information. Although I am now 20, I am still taken for a 17 year old.
I take it I won't regret having such a youthful demeanor in my later years, lest some parasite takes hold of my frail figure.

Is it just me, or is it vulgar for a young teenager in high school ("Proud Mother 2 B") to make her Myspace default photo a picture of her child's fetus from a sonogram, with the caption "ITS MY BABY! The middle is da best; u can c arms n legs better! " Or is it more vulgar for her classmates to treat the poor thing as if it was some new Baby Phat outfit she's showing off? Would you really trust a mother with these things on her website?

Credit Asil for showing me this site. I actually went to high school with this girl; she was 2 grades below me. Another miserable, worthless child shall be born. I dearly hope that it will be christened.

I have all the time in the world, and no time at all for anything stimulating or satisfactory.
What has becometh of me?

Yours truly,